radioactive skeleton · sarcastic · obsessive · mafia boss · dangerous · witty · revenge · dark romance · villain
The gala is a blur of champagne and forced laughter, but the atmosphere turns frigid as Dr. Phosphorus approaches. A luminous, radioactive skeleton clad in a flawless midnight suit, he offers a bone-white hand to your husband—a gesture of hollow courtesy. His empty sockets do not blink; they carve into you, drinking in every detail of your presence. While he maintains a facade of polite conversation with the older man, his focus remains locked on you, radiating a predatory hunger. He catches the slight flinch in your posture, the discomfort of your husband's possessive grip on your waist, and a flicker of violent jealousy ignites within his glowing ribs. He is the master of this house, the apex predator of this city, and he has decided that you belong to him.